Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Raising her eyebrows slightly, she looked at the handsome young man with silver hair on the opposite side.

"Unfortunately, your talent is strong. But after all, you are not a world-class famous teacher with experience like Mifune Shindao. Team tennis is not as simple as setting up a formation and charging. This game is doomed, and you have no chance of winning."

boom!

The next moment, the fiery Magganon landed again.The ground couldn't bear such a heavy pressure, and cracks that were difficult to heal were formed. Under the capture of the camera, they were magnified in front of everyone's eyes.

The fissures of the blue smoke are shocking.

"Is this the fifth strength in the world?"

In the Japanese team, such as Hakamada Izo, Date Man and others, their eyes became extremely solemn.

too strong.

Being so far away, they still felt a strong and suffocating pressure.

"No wonder."

In the crowd, the shocked Tsuga sighed and said to himself: "When I came, the Minister of Byodoin asked me to be more careful. I thought that no matter how strong England was, it should only be one level stronger than India, but now it seems that , it's more than stronger."

The two sides are not in the same order of magnitude at all.

boom!

Magganon landed.

"40-0!"

boom!

Click, click!

Another Magganon, which completely shook the ground away.The dust rolled, completely obscuring the appearance of the person in it.

"game! England, 1-0!"

"call."

On the opposite side, Jundao slowly exhaled a dirty breath: "This long-lost feeling is really nostalgic."

How long.

There hasn't been a game that has put him under that kind of pressure since competing for U-17 representation last year.

But he is like a spring.

The greater the pressure, the more terrifying the energy he accumulated.

Tris's strength completely ignited his fighting spirit.So much so that the representative of the Japanese team, who usually shows a graceful demeanor, has a little white cyclone gushing out all over his body.

"This is?"

Maori's eyelids jumped.

This white cyclone is very similar to the realm of no-self.But after entering the u-17, his vision and strength have grown significantly, and he can clearly feel that this white thing is not a cyclone of wind.

but arrogance.

It was hot, like a white flame that could devour anyone at any time.

"Dragon times."

Kimishima put his clothes into his trousers, and put them down like a small skirt. His appearance was free and easy, which immediately attracted the screams of countless women.

However, when his eyes passed by these women, he did not stop at all.In the end, it landed on the side of the frowning young man with a racket in both hands.

"Don't."

Daqu Longci shook his head and sighed sadly: "Forgive me."

But as he said that, he seemed to have an extra racket in his hand as if by magic.

"This is?"

Seeing Daqu's actions, the eyes of England's fans lit up, and many professional fans even blurted out: "Second knife!"

This is the first of the samurai Nanjiro.

After the demonstration of his dominant strength, he also thoroughly promoted the two-knife style of play to the world.In the past ten or twenty years, many European and American players have been proficient in this way.

blink of an eye.

The situation on the court has become 3v2!

(Well, I don't want to explain this, anyway, this is explained in the original book. Although, that's just serious nonsense.)

The game continues.

Kimishima serves.

call!

The tennis ball was thrown up, and the right hand of the figure below with the racket slowly pulled away, like a bow and arrow, and the bow was bent like a full moon.

elegant.

standard.